A Simple Card Game

"So... what are we doing again?"

Libby asked as she watched her friend set down a colorful deck of cards and an air pump.

"Well," answered her friend, Penny, reluctantly "Repeating myself once again, I've thought of a fun new game we can play!" faking a smile, to sell the fun.

"Really?" said Libby suspiciously, "Does this, by any chance, have to do with the last five games that I've won?" asked Libby, eyeing her friend shuffling the cards.

"What? Nooo!" Penny answered, hiding her jealousy behind her pearly white smile. "I told you, we're just having fun, two girls having a great time" she added, chuckling, "Now come on, take a seat" pointing to a spot in front of the deck of cards.

"Fine," Libby sighed, taking her spot, "alright, so what are the rules to this super fun game of yours" she asked, half regretting joining in on this obvious revenge plot.

"Well, first you place the deck between us both," doing so as she explains, Libby following, "then you-"

"Are these Uno cards?" Libby interrupted.

"Not important!" Penny snapped at her, "Alright, so you have numbered cards, and each card is a different color. So, I take a card, I got a seven, and with the pump," she jingles the air pump in her hand, "you pump the air into me seven times."

"Woah, what?" says Libby surprised, "what will happen if air is pumped into you?"

"Well, either one of three things; either our lungs explode" as she said that Libby's stomach sank, "or our heads explode," now she's feeling sick, "or our stomachs gets filled with air."

"So, there's a 1/3 chance that we live through this?" Libby asked, a bit sick in the stomach.

"Ummm... Sure, but I'm pretty sure the odds are on our side," she reassures with a reassuring smile.

"How?"

"I tried it out on myself," she admits with a bit too much confidence.

"Oh... Alright, continue the demonstration please"

"Alright, but we're running out time, I'll just be quick." she clears her throat, "alright, so now that the basics are covered, here's the gimmick; when you draw a 'draw two', if its red or green, you add the next two numbers, if its blue or yellow, then you multiply the number by two, got it? Good. Alright, so, if you get a regular wild card, then you add the next four numbers, the 'draw four' card means you multiply the next number by four. Right, so the zero card, you just put the next one in its tens place. And the skip turn, well, obviously you skip your turn and I go again. Got it?"

"Uhh.. Y-yeah! Totally!" Libby says, "All in here," she points to her head.

"Great!" Penny said, "So, you draw first."

"Fine," replied Libby, drawing a card, "I got... 6."

"Ooh, a big one, here," Penny cheered, handing Libby the hose to the air pump.

"Not that big...," Libby protested, "where do I put this?"

"Uhhh..." pondered Penny, "The mouth, that's where I put it."

"Okay," replied Libby as she placed the pump's nozzle in her mouth, bracing herself for whatever is gonna happen. Penny grabbed the handle and began pumping, "one," Libby felt a rush of air fill her mouth, rush down her throat, past her lungs and fill her stomach, relieved that she survived this, she motioned Penny to continue, "alright, two, three, four, five, six. There you go," Penny said, observing to see if Libby has grown, she hasn't, yet. "Okay, now it's my turn!"

Penny quickly grabbed a card from the deck, as quickly as she grabbed it, her smile just as quickly disappeared, "A wild card? Oh come on!"

"Hey, I didn't make the rules," defended Libby, trying to hide a smile.

Sighing, Penny draws her cards, "lets see, uh... 3, alright, 7, crap! 2, okay, 7, ugh! So that adds up to... 19!"  Penny said shocked.

"Now that's a big one!" chuckled Libby.

"Shut up and pump me," pouted Penny, shoving the nuzzle to her mouth. Libby grabbed the handle and began pumping Penny 19 times. With each pump, Penny got more annoyed at the thought of her losing to Libby, she just couldn't believe it. Unlike Libby, who hasn't puffed out, Penny's gut has already begun swelling out. "Ah great, look at this!" she complained, rubbing her gut, "I'm already showing, fantastic!"

"My turn," chimed Libby, she couldn't help but smile to the lead she has on Penny, "Alright, I got... Red draw two cards, alright so it'll be... 3 plus 6, and that's 9. So you'll pump me nine times!"

"No need to have math involved so deeply into this, jeez," Penny commented, grabbing the handle, "ready?"

Libby gave the thumbs up once she placed the nozzle in her mouth. Penny began pumping, scowling at Libby when she wasn't not looking. After a bit, Libby too began swelling. Despite this, Penny did the mental math and realized she's still ahead of Libby, which is not where she wanted to be.

"Alright alright, lets see who's the luckier one between us, you ready?" Penny asked with abundance of determination.

"As long as you're not jealous that I'm winning, sure," Libby responded sarcastically, tired of the sore loser that is her friend.

Libby and Penny began their little montage where one picks a card from the deck and the other pumps her up. This cycle repeated itself numerous times, each time switching which of the girls turn it was to inflate.

Penny seemed to be getting the short straw in this game, as she was always ending up with a bigger belly than Libby after they both draw cards. At one point it even seemed like Libby was getting bigger than Penny, only for Penny to draw a "draw 4 cards", once again placing Penny's belly a considerable size bigger compared to Libby's belly.

After a couple of more card draws, a thought emerged in Libby's mind, "Hey Penny?" she called her friend, who sat parallel to her. Libby was rubbing her large belly, feeling the air inside it the inflated gut. As luck would have it, she too drew a "draw 4 cards" card and after that a nine, causing her belly to be inflated about as big as Penny's immense gut.

"What?" asked Penny annoyed, pretty sure that this sudden stroke of luck will quickly turn around and bite her hard in the ass. She was finishing pumping Libby up, cursing having the idea of this stupid card game as she stared at her large, shiny, tight gut. She shouldn't have done this.

"Once one of us give up, how do we deflate?" she asked curiously.

"Gas-X, it'll help us burp the air out," responded Penny, silently hoping he'll get money for this product placement... I meant 'she'.

"Oh... Alright," she says, drawing a card, "Oh, skip turn, lucky me!"

"Of course," says Penny as she draws a blue "draw two cards".

But her luck wasn't running out, for Libby then drew a green "draw two cards" making her belly considerably bigger than Penny's and the following cards only helped her grow much bigger. Libby didn't mind this as she was well intent of throwing the game if she saw that Penny was getting too big, so she didn't,mind getting bigger than her friend. She can be a real jerk when she gets competitive but she a good friend nonetheless, so she should win this one, she's suffered enough.

The bellies seem to have been kept growing at similar paces. If one through a large growth, the other belly through it too with in a couple of turns. Both bellies were growing tight and shiny as they began stretching too far out. Creaks could be heard emitting from both great orbs which the girls struggled to maintain. Libby saw how big Penny's belly was, she could see the stretch marks cross over her tight skin, and if she was feeling the same thing Libby was feeling, she decided it was time to call quits.

"I'm done, I can't handle anymore," Libby said, rubbing her swollen gut, hearing the painful creaks echoing across the room.

"What?" uttered Penny, a bit lost in her gut, marveling the sheer size of it, before turning her head to Libby.

"I can't hold it any more, I quit. You win." she admitted.

"But I didn't take my turn yet," Penny said, not entirely paying attention, "I need to take my turn first, if I can't do it completely then you win."

"Uhhh... Are you sure you should do that?" she asked, hearing the loud creaks from both their bellies, "I feel like I might pop and you're looking just as big as me."

"Shut up," she snapped back, drawing a card, "draw two... Blue, that means it'll be... 2 times 2, pump me up four times." she ordered.

"I'm not gonna pump you, Penny," Libby rejected, "you already won! Don't do this!"

"I have not won yet!" she said, raising her voice, "I'll do it myself." She grabbed the pump before Libby could snatch it from her. Penny gave Libby a suspicious look before she slowly began pumping her last four pumps. With each pump, her belly pushed outward, inch by inch. Penny’s belly quivered with each painful pump, stretch marks creeping their way up to the navel at the end of the growing balloon that is her belly. Libby tried to slink away, fearing the worst to come, covering her ears in case what she expected would actually happen. As the final pump flowed into her,   her belly pushed forward one last time, stretching beyond its limits, before finally...

BANG!!

Like an overfilled balloon, Penny's belly burst with a loud, ear-splitting bang, scaring the buhjeebus out of Libby.

Libby, now alone and inflated, looked around shaken and confused, "So... D-did I win?"